Embers of Time
They sat beside each other
in a classroom long ago;
he says he had a crush on her,
she says she did not know.
Now their footsteps softly echo
in the hallways where they walked;
school house walls, were they not silent,
would divulge the words they talked.
Old bully Time, pushing , shoving,
maneuvering our lives along;
once looking back, we wonder . . .
was this the right choice or the wrong?
Yesterday. he did not speak a word,
silence-- struck dumb by boyish fears;
he went his way, she went her own-
counting twinned rosaries of tears.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 4-20-2014
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